Pillow under my head,
breeze brushed my skin—
piercing cold.
I can't close my eyes,
not yet.
the fear of dreaming of you
once more haunted me.
I can't, I can't. I'm still not ready
for this pain. I can't.
YOU ARE READING
Opaque Poetry
PuisiCompilation of myself, made ART. Achievements: May 22, 2021 #30 in Poetry May 23, 2021 #60 in Poem
